Kayada sighed, in the back of her cruiser. She was on her way back from a mission for Darth Sidious. She'd been his lackey since she was 3 years old. She'd never forget that day. The first time she'd ever seen a sith, and the last time she saw her parents. She was just relaxing, while Kaydee flew the ship, going over the details of the mission in her mind. All in all, it had been easy. She wondered if perhaps next time her might send her after a tougher oponent. Kayada sigh again and stood. They'd be reaching their destination soon.

Palpatine sensed his secret lackey within the private chambers of his palace and quickly masked her presence. His apprentice was here, and it would not do for him to know of the girl.

"You have done well, my friend," he replied to Vader. "Go forth and bring justice to my enemies, Lord Vader," and with that he dismissed him. The "my friend" and "justice" bits were more comments out of habit. Vader no longer believed in him, but he had no alternative but to go along with it. It worked, for now. Despite Vader's handicaps, he was actually quite powerful still. Yet, perhaps he had someone more powerful available. Perhaps.

Vader bowed and left the room, walking slowly and passing in full view of what appeared to be a serving girl and a droid. Vader's thoughts on why his Master had a young girl serving him were varied, ranging from horrid acts of one end of the spectrum to another, finally settling on the idea that the impressionable young mind would be easy to influence with the Force, making a simple cleaning drone that the Emperor was not personally aware of. He left the palace musing on his own next action, his next target.

"You may enter, child," Palpatine's voice hissed once he sensed Vader was gone. He looked at the girl darkly, expecting her report of success. Otherwise, he might have to kill her.

"Good, child," he replied thickly. "Your next task will take you to Bespin. I believe there may be a Jedi living there." This would be a good indicator of her ability. If the Jedi kills her now, she would not be an adequate apprentice in the long run.

"Before you leave, I wish for you to impress me with your ability, child. Demonstrate the skills you have learned from your mission," he was going to have her warm up beforehand, however. There were a few last lessons to impart on her.

Without flinching, without blinking, without any indication of what was coming, he blasted her against the wall with a torrent of Force Lightning. He grinned and cackled as he hurled her across the room, and then through the door.

Then he paused for a moment, to see how she would retaliate against him. He smiled as smoke coiled up from her body, and narrowed his eyes as she rose.

Cursing silently, Kayada pushed herself to her feet and quickly drew one of the sabers hidden in her robes. She did not ignite it however. She just watched and waited, her blood pumping and her heart pounding. Eyes narrowed, focused on her master. Anger pulsing through her veins.

Her hesitation was annoying, but he could feel her rage. He gripped her with the Force and smashed her against one wall, slung her across the room to another, and then smashed her against the floor. He laughed.

"So much like your parents," he cackled loudly as he took a few steps in her direction. "Weak. Pathetic. Too afraid to fight, too afraid to save their own lives. Too afraid to save their daughter." He let the word linger, let the memories register in her head, he let her relive the scene. "And now she's too afraid to avenge them." He laughed again.

Kayada snapped a wave of the force emanted from her, breaking Sidious's hold. She leapt forward, igniting the yellow saber in her hand. Her eyes were tinged yellow. Sidious had hi the spot with his words, she was pissed.

He laughed louder, harsher, mocking her. He tore the door of its hinges and hurled it at her. He threw ornaments and heavy metal casings at her. He hurled practically the entire audience chamber at her. He wanted to provoke her, he wanted to draw out the full extent of her hatred and her anger.

Kayada's angered built as she dodged and blocked items with her saber and the force. Her eyes were full yellow tinged with red now. Her face full of hate, she was almost there. She could almost feel her saber slicing through him.

He parried her casually, letting her carry herself across the room. She did well enough for one her age, she felt passionate hatred for him. He grinned wider and laughed louder. Now he would test her saber skills in full.